A Day In The Country

Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country

Under the wonderful skies

For a city-bred feller, a field full of yeller

It's quite a delightful surprise

For a couple of travelin' guys

Oh, you don't have to pay for a day in the country

It's old mother nature who buys

And while we keep going the breezes are blowing

The cigarette smoke from our eyes

You'll hear beautiful melodies

Played by an old water mill

And a little red barn is spinning yarn

To the daffodils up on the hill

Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country

Far from the maddening throng

A hobo hobnobbing with bluebird and robin

We warble a merry old song

And go rolly-oh, rolly-oh

Rolly-oh, rolly-oh

Rolly-oh, rolling along

(Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country)

(Under the wonderful skies)

(For a city-bred feller, a field full of yeller)

(It's quite a delightful surprise)

(For a couple of travelin' guys)

(Oh, you don't have to pay for a day in the country)

(It's old mother nature who buys)

(And while we keep going the breezes keep blowing)

(The cigarette smoke from our eyes)

How I envy the fellas who live by a shady old nook

And the cute little guy who's casting a fly

At a trout leaping out of a brook

Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country

Far from the maddening throng

Just grab a valise-full and go where it's peaceful

And try vocalizing a song

While you're rolly-oh, rolly-oh

Rolly-oh, rolly-oh

Rolly-oh, rolly-oh

Rolly-oh, rolling along